“Seth material” search engine (Jane Roberts)

With wicker chairs in the porch and yard.

[...] Sit on the edge of the bed, or get in a lounge chair. [...]

[...] Rachel was born in such a home.) With wicker chairs in the porch and yard. [...]

[...] He does well to move about in his chair, as he does often, exercising when he is alone. [...]

[...] She hadn’t been able to doze in her chair after all, except fitfully. [...]

(My back was beginning to bother me this morning, at around 11:00, so I sat in my chair, in the studio, and closing my eyes began to use the induction technique that Jane had used on me in our previous sessions. [...]

[...] You are forming the physical chairs. [...]

[...] Her eyes were closed for the most part and she sat leaning forward in her chair.)

[...] Carl said he carefully watched to make sure the chair had not been moved. [...] He sat in the chair now, without shifting its position; when he rocked back and forth the floor creaked.

(Eyes now open, Jane sat upright in her chair, back stiff, each hand grasping a chair arm tightly as if to brace herself.)

[...] She often sleeps in her chair.

[...] She appeared to be restless now, shifting about on her chair. [...]

[...] She sat motionless on her chair, her head resting upon one hand. [...]

[...] In the first place, your most pragmatic scientist is even now forced to admit, as even Ruburt knows, that solid objects are not solid; and the interesting sidelight of this fact must be that your faithful, tried and true, so-called dependable outer senses are in reality lovely liars, since the eyes see a chair as solid while the chair is not solid at all.

[...] Your psychological experience is valid, whether chairs are solid or not. [...]

[...] Hence the change in getting down into the chair.

[...] These haven’t been like the typical experience, wherein she’d feel her psyche rising out of a physical organism that was securely anchored by gravity to her chair to the floor, for example. Instead, she had felt her body in the chair lift most convincingly toward the ceiling…. Sometimes those events became curious indeed—for in her chair Jane flipped over and approached the ceiling of our bedroom feet first. [...]

[...] I’ve mentioned several times her dozing or falling asleep outright in her chair. [...]

[...] “I don’t know what I was doing in my chair,” she said at 11:05 A.M. yesterday; she’d fallen asleep after telling me she had to use the commode. [...]

[...] She was giving the session while sitting in her wheeled office chair. At that time of night she wasn’t about to use her typing table as a support while she “walked” from the living room, where we were having the session, around the room divider and out into the kitchen to get her smokes; instead she remained in her chair and maneuvered herself along with her feet. [...]

They appear to lack the apparent physical durability of, say, a table or a chair, the table and chair being examples of physical realities. [...]

[...] I woke up stewing, and finally had to get up from my chair to take some baking soda to relieve my stomach. [...]

[...] She didn’t remember seeing herself in her chair, for instance, nor did she see me as I sat on the couch taking notes. [...]

(Long pause.) When you are dreaming you cannot pinpoint your dream location in the same way that you can determine, say, the chair or the bureau that may sit on the floor by the bed in which you dream. [...]

[...] Fred sat in one of the folding chairs and I hurried inside. [...]

[...] His bags sat there on the ramp Frank Longwell had made for Jane’s chair. [...]